"I have found Venus in conjunction with--" began Lilly. "Oh, damn the stars!" cried the Abbé, most uncanonically. "Tell me what you think about it!" "The stars tell me that the treaty will be signed to-morrow night--that is, to-night, this being the early morning," answered the Doctor, persistently maintaining his attitude of stellar interpreter. "Very well. Good night, Doctor," said the Abbé. "And may the shadow of your discretion never grow less." A moment later I conducted Lilly to the door, and when I returned to De Grammont, who had not spoken a word during the entire interview, he shrugged his shoulders and said:-- "Sacrament! What a wise man a fool may be! It is to admire!" "I doubt if any man is beneficially wise unless he be in part a fool," said the Abbé, and I closed the symposium by remarking:-- "Folly tinctures wisdom with common sense, illumines it with imagination, and gives it everyday usefulness. But best of all, it helps a man to understand the motives of other fools who constitute the bulk of mankind." "Ah, baron," said De Grammont, yawning. "It is all doubtless true. Who would have expected to find so much cynical wisdom in an Englishman? But let us to bed!" Hamilton and I were up by five o'clock the next morning, in consultation. He was for dropping the matter in so far as it involved Frances, but I insisted that while it was a disagreeable task for her, she was wise with a woman's wisdom, calm with a woman's calmness, and bold with a woman's boldness, which knows no equal when the motive springs from the heart rather than the head. We discussed the matter in all its phases, and then I went to the palace to see Frances. When she arose, I was waiting to tell her that the Abbé would see the king at ten o'clock and to ask her to wait in the anteroom of the duchess's parlor. If Charles accepted the French king's offer, I should pass by her wearing my hat, and she would know that her help would not be needed. If the king refused, I should carry my hat in my hand, and she could take her own course with Charles. "Do you fear?" I asked, being myself very much afraid, for we were dealing with an absolute monarch, devoid of conscience, devoid of caution save when prompted by cowardice, but plenteously imbued with venom in his heart and all things evil in his soul. "I fear?" cried Frances, tossing her head defiantly. I thought surely no woman ever was as beautiful as this one, in whose heart there was no fear, no doubt of self, no faltering in the face of danger. I asked her to tell me of her plans, and she answered:-- "I have no plan save to see the king. Then the plans will come of themselves." CHAPTER XIII FRANCES DELIVERS THE TREATY George went to the Shield Gallery in Whitehall at ten o'clock the next morning, where he found his Majesty, the Lord Chancellor, and a half score of the king's creatures, including Berkeley, Wentworth, Crofts, Jermyn, and others of like quality.